Poland grimaces at the sound her joints make- or no! He doesn't! The sweet chattering of birds cover an unpleasant noises. Poland jumps gracefully off his own steed (okay, even in a tree his clothes get a little tangled in the stirups and ow ow ow i definitely landed wrong on that ankle oh ow).

Done limping circles around their ponies, Poland beams up at the other girl.

"Uh, you're saying Poland is nice? Duh, understatement much?"